My beloved teenage girl had one of
those boring events that we feel obligated to attend because of our parental
duties. Somehow, during the hours prior to this event, I must have annoyed that
lovely girl of mine because during dinner that evening she politely asked her
Dad to attend with her.
“I thought that you wanted me to
go,” I calmly stated.
“Nope,” she (just as calmly) stated
in return. “I’d rather go with Dad.”
“Okay,” I responded, “Have a good
time.”
“What was that all about?” my
partner in this parenthood gig gently asked me.
“I guess she’s miffed at me,” I
explained, “So she wants you to take her.”
“Are you alright with that?” he
asks, concern etching his face.
“Absolutely sweetheart,” I laughed,
“I didn’t really want to go. It is exhausting trying to pretend you’re not
bored out of your mind and even harder to feign interest in the other
parents-of-teenagers held hostage by these mind-numbing events. I just feel bad
that I upset her today.”
“Well that’s not really fair,” my
husband declared sullenly, “you upset her and now I’m the one being punished…”
Like I said, being a parent is a
tough job. Sometimes being the favored parent is even tougher.
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